The THINGs ft. Black Ceasar

So what are you pet peeves

I mean I could say a lot of things

And what are the things

You prayed for me in ways a sinner prays for forgiveness

Stronger than a basehead adores crack pipes addicted to my pain coursing through your veins

Leaving behind aftermath of all the pain I've caused

More affectionate than a mother caressing her stillborn child, with hopes he will one day breath again

It seems I've became an enigma

Manifested in the layers of your imagination, you saw me as perfect

Placed me on undeserved pedestals, your faith in me was frightening

The look in your eyes as I sell dreams and spew lies treading the awfully thin line between love and hate